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Emily Ryan-Davis is here!

Please welcome the very lovely and super-talented Emily Ryan-Davis to my blog today. Me being me and liking all of the inside information and the gossip, I've given her a grilling....


Can you tell us a little bit about how you came to write erotic romance.
Would you believe I don’t really remember what led me to erotic romance instead of “regular” romance? I’ve always enjoyed reading the physical intimacy between heroes and heroines. Even as a teenager (yes, I was romance-corrupted early) my favorite bits to re-read were the love scenes. When I started writing I found myself focusing in close with tunnel vision on the hero and heroine. I didn’t care what else was going on around them or what happened to their families or friends. I wanted to immerse myself in the intensity of the up-close-and-personal, whether it was naked relations or fully-clothed non-sex relations.
When erotic romance hit the market with Ellora’s Cave way back when, I was intrigued, but I was still looking for the story I wanted to tell. I spent a few years telling stories I liked, stories I thought I should want to tell, until I finally found The Story. It was first published in an anthology, later revised and published by another e-publisher. I’m still trying to get that story right, believe it or not, and I’ll be re-releasing a third revised/expanded edition later in April, with fingers crossed that my 34-year-old author self has the experience and perspective my 26-year-old author self hadn’t quite yet found.
Where do you live?
Half the year I live in an urban swamp. The other half, I live in a manic weatherman’s wet dream, never knowing from one day to the next whether I’ll need a sunhat or a snow shovel. You probably know this place as the North American Mid-Atlantic.
Do you have a favourite book or series that you’ve written?
I really like most of my books but my favorite is a coin toss between ALL HE WANTS, a contemporary erotic romance about a U.S. Marine and his best friend’s very pregnant sister, and MORE THAN A MAN, a fanciful futuristic erotic romance set in a society where women have access to “perfect man” technology and can build husbands to their specifications. ALL HE WANTS has sexy baby belly sex, MORE THAN A MAN has steamy licorice tentacle sex (just trust me on this one and go read it), and I’m honestly not sure I could choose one of them over the other.



Any authors that particularly inspire you?
Inspired my material, no--not that I can point specifically at anybody and say “I want to write because of this book or this style of writing”. Inspired my career path, yes. Back in 2006 (I think! Memory is faulty now that I’m a mom) Crystal Jordan sold novellas to New York. Novellas! Nobody ever went anywhere with novellas…except she did, so I kept writing those short books I loved to write, and now here I am writing for a living.
Being “here” and “writing for a living” is a situation additionally inspired by my friend and mentor Minx Malone, who was the first person I knew writing those short little books, just like me, and reaching real, live readers in real, big numbers, through indie publishing. Minx’s success inspired me to give a good hard look at my own future in indie publishing. She, just like Crystal at one point, proved that readers want short books, too.
Do stories/plots come to you in a sudden flash or do the play in your mind weaving themselves together over a series of weeks?
Sometimes a flash, sometimes a slow build. It took me two…er, four…uh, five years to write the serial novel my paranormal alter-ego E.R. Davis is currently releasing. The characters and their world and their relationship kept evolving and I couldn’t find an end to it. I finally embraced Dessa and Teijon as being a couple that aren’t ready to be happy-ever-after yet, acknowledged they have more story to tell, and now I’m letting them have at it in big chunks of story at a time.
On the flip side, I wrote ALL THE SECRETS IN PEARL, the third novella in my historical western erotic romance series (Ellora’s Cave), in 72 hours. I spent more than a year trying to find James Carver’s story and one summer morning lightning struck my creative brain, James informed me that he was a gay man and I should stop trying to find his heroine and find him a hero. Three days later (without showers, I admit it) I had that dirty little M/M, F/F, M/F/F/M novella down on paper.
In short, I have no reliable method. I wake up every morning, cross my fingers, and hope my brain agrees to work its magic that day.
Have you ever used a real person as inspiration for a character?
Yes. Physically, anyway. Teijon Reyes, the hero of my (well, E.R. Davis’s) serial novel CHALICE BLOOD, was inspired by an extremely tall, extremely gorgeous man who took private electric bass lessons at the place that used to be my day job. I stalked--er, I mean researched--him online when I found out he was a camera man for a local television station, found a photo of him in nothing but swim trunks, emerging from the bay after doing a mid-winter dive for charity, and fell totally in lust with his body. I wasn’t the least bit surprised when Teijon popped into my head wearing that electric bass player’s heavy dreadlocks and yummy eight-pack.
Do you have a calling to one type of storyline, ie BDSM/suspense and if so what is it that appeals to you?
I seem to be drawn to two different kinds of characters more than storylines. I am completely infatuated with the sensitive alpha Dominant hero, whether he is engaged in the BDSM lifestyle or not, and I seem to keep picking up these slightly difficult women who need a firm but tolerant/understanding hand. My heroines are typically a little more tortured and unstable than my heroes, while my heroes are often the rock-steady voices of (mouth-wateringly-sexy, Dominant but not oppressing) reason.
My inner psychoanalyst says I write my difficult self into my heroines while writing my sensitive-and-rock-steady husband into my heroes. Except my heroines have unrealistically small, tight asses and my heroes have unrealistically massive dicks of doom. (Really good doom.)
Do you have a favourite cover model 
Of course I adore Jimmy Thomas. Who doesn’t? He’s the man behind the mouthwatering biceps on my stepcest novella, HOT FOR PEPPER (which includes a killer sex-in-a-closet scene - it will rev you up and leave your heart aching at the same time, and yes, I have completely abandoned all concept of modesty; it never was one of my stronger virtues, anyway).


Can you tell us a little about your family and how you manage to fit writing around them?
OMG, my family! Er, I mean, oh, my darling, precious family! I have a husband. He cooks professionally, which means he works the later shifts. Family dinners don’t really happen, but that’s OK, because I have a son. He is 15 months old and sometimes wants banana bread for dinner, sometimes only wants cheese for dinner. Makes it easy on me, right? All that time saved cooking, I get to channel into writing…in a perfect world.
In the real world I spend a great deal of time retrieving baby toothbrushes and baby spoons from the guinea pig cage (my baby-love likes to share with his piggy), hissing at my cat so she’ll stop hissing at my little guy, changing diapers, watching Pingu and Postman Pat, and saying “that’s mommy’s important document, please don’t mash your sweet baby hand on the delete key, thank you”. And did I mention the cat?
But I do manage somehow. I wrote TANGLED & BOUND with my son, then seven months old, napping in the crook of one arm while I hunched over him to reach my laptop with my free hand (much like I’m typing this paragraph right now, with him sleeping on my lap after his first wake-up of the night).


Earlier this year, while nursing myself, my husband, and my little man through a demonic string of winter plagues, I co-authored a holy-smokes-put-out-that-fire M/F/M (also M/M, the F isn’t always in the middle!) contemporary novella that will be available for the 2013 holiday season. It has a fabulous working title but the final title will depend on whether we sign it over to a publisher or self-publish. I wrote this novella with Elise Logan, who was my partner in MORE THAN A MAN and THIS FIRE.


So…I manage. I’m told it will get easier but I’m not convinced. Baby-love will be talking soon and I don’t know how many of my own words I’ll be able to squeeze in around his words. He might be more verbally prolific than I am textually prolific.
Can you choose six lines from your latest release to give us a taste of your heroes voice?
Sure! This is a teensy bit from CLAIMING LAUREN:



"I want to watch you squirm beneath a flogger," he whispered. "To whip your ass until it's striped red. But you came so hard, so perfectly, that I can't bear to punish you."Her breath rasped, just on the edge of control. Master stroked her throat, her shoulder, released one of her nipples from the clamp and immediately opened his mouth over the swollen tip. When the first sharp needle of pain hit, he was there, sucking and soothing.

What can readers expect from Emily Ryan-Davis in 2013?
I’m busy-busy this year. March saw the launch of a BDSM erotic romance series, eXclave, with CLAIMING LAUREN. Book 2 will be DOMINATING AMY (April), which is a revised/expanded edition of my very first BDSM romance. Book 3, KEEPING SAVANNAH (June), is a story about two people in a marriage of convenience that becomes a steamy D/s love match. I have tentative plans to release a fourth book in the fall. All I know about that one is the heroine’s name is Juliet, the hero’s name is Tony, and Tony will be either TEACHING JULIET or TRAINING JULIET. I think there’s a beach involved. And possibly very dirty swimming lessons.
My paranormal half, E.R. Davis, is publishing a serial novel. CHALICE BLOOD will be released during May and June as five parts of interracial sexy-in-a-really-dark-and-uncomfortable-way vampire romance. I have plans for the story to run after the five parts but I’ll need a wee bit of time to write them, so they might not happen until late 2013 or early 2014.
And then there will be the collaboration project with Elise Logan. Interested parties should start looking for that M/M, M/F, M/F/M contemporary goodness in November or December. Or they could sign up to receive my newsletter and just wait for me to notify them directly of its availability! In a show of my appreciation, everybody who’s signed up to receive my newsletter by April 22 will receive a special freebie surprise. So don’t dawdle!
Oh, and I just registered to attend Lora Leigh’s Reader Appreciation Weekend in September. Folks who wants to meet The Author (moi) in person should plan on attending. I’m much less long-winded in live conversation. ;)
Thanks so much for stopping by, Emily. For anyone wanting more of Emily's raunchy romance here are the links...

LINKS:
Web site: http://www.emilyryandavis.comFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/emilyryandavisTwitter: http://www.twitter.com/emilyryandavisNewsletter: http://www.emilyryandavis.com/newsletter/
Book links (Amazon)
Hot for Pepper: 
All He Wants: 
All the Secrets in Pearl
Claiming Lauren:  

This Fire:  
More than a Man: 
Tangled & Bound: 
HIDDEN and BITTEN

Anything For Him is FREE in the UK

If you are in the UK and have an Amazon account you can grab a FREE copy of Anything For Him - a dark, gritty erotic novel by myself and Natalie Dae. Nothing romantic about this one, it's all about seedy fantasies and obsessive desires. Free for a limited time only.
Amazon UK

Sunday Snog and Sexy Snippet Sunday @sexyreads

Some of you may remember that last week my co-author (Natalie Dae) and I offered MORE for FREE on Amazon. Well this week, we're giving away the next instalment, HARD.
HARD is a second person narrative following a couple who decide they're bored of quiet under the duvet late at night sex, and decide to add some rough and tumble, go for it fast and hard, sex into their lives.
Here is a sexy snippet...
I can smell you. Smell your cunt. I can tell it’s wet and you’re more than ready for me. Oh yeah, I feel you are, soaking my thigh through your knickers like that. Jesus, is that all it takes to make you wetter than you’ve ever been? Me pulling your hair until your cheek’s almost touching your shoulder? If I’d known that before... Damn, there’s still so much you haven’t told me, I’ll bet. Still things you want me to do. That’s it, hump my leg. Get yourself off that way while I tug and pull and yank—hair and tits, tits and hair—and kiss you so hard it’s like I’m trying to transfer every bit of me inside you. We’re one, we are—right now we’re one, wanting the same thing, reaching for the same thing. 
You can grab your copy of HARD at Amazon US and Amazon UK and if you want to enjoy MORE then that is also available at Amazon US and Amazon UK. At the end of each short story are bonus chapters from our other books. If you do grab copies of these books, please be sweet and LIKE the product page and our Facebook page.


Have fun, happy reading :-)
Lily x

Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

Oh, it's Saturday and you know what that means... spanking time!
This week another snippet from MORE by myself and Natalie Dae. This is a short erotic story written in the second person narrative and is about a couple enjoying a little spanking fun.




I did it once - it felt good, fuck, it looked good too. Your quivering butt globes offered up, my dick sliding into your slickness and heading towards a ball-squeezing crescendo. “Spank me,” you’d gasped, “Please, spank me. Spank me now.”After the shock of hearing those words had settled, my palm began to tingle. Then, before I knew what had happened, I’d hit you. A thrilling wave of absolute possession crested through me and I shunted in so deep I could feel your smooth, hard cervix on the head of my cock.My guts clenched as I watched the ripple of the impact glide over your soft flesh, wobbling the buttock I adored with every inch of my being.


If you enjoyed that little extract you can buy MORE from Amazon, and while you're there, grab yourself a FREE copy of HARD. Natalie and I are giving it away this weekend to all of our lovely readers and blog hoppers :-)

You can find out more about my naughty writing with Natalie on my website and look out for our Sexy as Hell Trilogy coming summer 2013. If you do get yourself a copy of HARD please like the product page on Amazon and our Facebook page - thank you, we hope you enjoy!


Saturday Spankings is a weekly blog meme devoted to spankings. Authors who write spanking stories post six to eight sentences from one of their books. Be sure to click through the list to read excerpts from all the participants. If you tweet, you can also follow the posts on #SatSpanks.

HARD is FREE!

HARD is a short erotic story written in the second person narrative. This week myself and Natalie Dae (my co-author) are throwing this seriously steamy read out for FREE.
Go, run, grab your copy from Amazon US or Amazon UK!
While you're there please be sweet and LIKE the product page and then hop on over to our Facebook page and LIKE that too - we'd be very grateful.
At the end of HARD you'll find bonus chapters from two of our other books, written individually. From me some steamy pages from my whore fantasy novella, Dangerous to Know, and from Natalie a bumper collection of chapters from her super-novel The Contract which has been romping up the Amazon charts.


And if you enjoy Hard, look out for MORE, also available at Amazon US and Amazon UK.

Editing!

I'm busy with edits for HIGH-STICKED this week, the 5th novel in my HOT ICE series, so if you like m/m and hockey combined, watch this space, it will be available soon!

Beast in Me - Book 2 of the Divination Falls Trilogy By Sommer Marsden

Blurb:
Weather worker Cameron Bale rolls into Divination Falls after being prompted by Spirit and Brother Lighting. He discovers that the small, hidden town full of shifters and magical types is suffering a series of unsettling events. There’s speculation from the town seers that he could be the answer they’ve been looking for. Cameron’s willing to try and help: he’s got nowhere to go and nothing to lose. His life is simply about loneliness and it turns out that Trace, a grumpy wolf with stunning eyes, knows just what that feels like. Cam finds himself wishing maybe they could be alone … together. Oh yeah, and battle whatever evil it is that still lurks in Divination Falls.
Available from:
Amazon UK
Amazon US

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Excerpt:
A dragonfly zipped past and Cam watched it go. What next? Bluebirds and butterflies and singing cartoon woodland animals? It was all too nice, too perfect … Surreal.‘You OK?’ The voice was deep and dark and full of secrets. That was his first impression.Cameron jumped, clutched at his pounding chest. Inside his heart was going berserk and he felt a little lightheaded with it.‘I was. Jesus Christ, you scared me.’Trace grinned with half his mouth. Somehow that little smirk made Cameron think of the big bad wolf. Made him flash back to that body sprawled, lean and powerful, over a small, lumpy bed. Made him remember one of those huge hands on a powerful, hard cock. He licked his lips.‘Careful, lightning rider. I can smell your emotions.’ Then the wolf chuckled, bending to tie his work boot.‘I – I’m sorry I spied on you.’ It was all Cameron could think to say.Trace shrugged. Cameron watched his big shoulders flex with power. He was stunning with his huge body, big, fat attitude, and purple eyes. Just being so close to him made Cameron feel slow-witted and thick-tongued.‘It was the most excitement I’ve had in ages,’ the wolf said and started to walk.Cameron watched him go off, his heart sinking. He wanted the man to take his apology seriously. He also admitted to himself he wanted to be close to the wolf. There was no hope of anything happening between them. There was very little hope of anything happening for Cam with anyone. He’d come to terms with that long ago. But still, he could just be near Trace. Remembering the sight of his body and the sound of his voice just outside Cam’s barricaded bedroom door as he brought himself off.Wolf at the door, he thought, and then shook it off.Fifty feet away, Trace stopped, and Cameron felt his spine go rigid, his pulse pick up. The man turned to him and shielded his eyes from a bright beam of sunlight between the thick tree branches. ‘You gonna stand there all day admiring my ass, or are you coming?’Cameron blinked, feeling a wild urge to laugh but pushing it away. ‘Yes! Right!’ he called, bouncing on his toes like one of those perky, hyper dogs. He blushed, but refused to let himself feel silly or embarrassed. He very much wanted to go along.He hurried along the path until he was almost even with the wolf. Then Trace turned and continued to walk, Cameron right on his heels.‘Why are you here?’ Trace asked.The question stunned Cameron but he swallowed hard and tried to focus enough to answer. ‘Good question. I … work with weather. Lightning to be specific. I guess the best way to put it is I was nudged here.’‘Like with voltage?’ Trace asked with a gruff laugh.‘Yeah. Sadly, I do get nudged with voltage.’The wolf turned those deep purple eyes on Cameron and said, ‘What for? What’s here?’How did eyes get that colour? Cam wondered. Had he been born with them or was it a shifter thing? He had no idea; all he knew was they were the most amazing eyes he’d ever seen. And they were attached to one of the most amazing bodies he’d ever seen.Trace cocked his head, giving a half grin. ‘Hello?’‘Sorry! I was just looking –’ He flushed, caught in the act. ‘Your eyes, they’re amazing.’That closed the bigger man down. He’d had a nice amused and open expression on his handsome face and that fast, it shut down like someone turning the lights off in an empty house. ‘Thanks. I guess. They’re the product of a very bad infection when I was a kid.’ He turned on his heels and kept walking without further explanation.Cameron had to force himself to swallow. He had just complimented the first man he’d lusted after in goodness knew how many years on some sort of mutation? Something that clearly upset him when discussed. Good going, dumbass!Cameron hurried along the patch, ducking reaching branches and praying there was no poison ivy to be found here in Divination Falls. ‘I’m sorry! I didn’t know. And I don’t know what’s here. Or why I am,’ he gasped, finally catching up.The wolf shrugged. He shot Cameron a sideways glance and said, ‘Why would you know what’s here?’ He stopped fast and Cam found himself almost crying out from the sudden shift in motion. ‘As for why you’re here, how could you not know that?’‘I never really know until it’s revealed,’ Cameron said. He kept his gaze pinned at Trace’s chin so he wouldn’t get mesmerized by those stunning eyes that clearly upset the custodian.‘Was it me, maybe?’ Trace asked, his lips twisting into a grin. ‘Was it secretly watching me jack off? Was that your big mission?’ He took a step toward Cameron which forced the lightning rider to step back. Or get crushed against an angry wolf.‘I’m sorry,’ Cam breathed. ‘It wasn’t my intention and then I couldn’t …’ He shook his head. His skin was tingling and he wondered if he was going to get struck. Or worse yet, if Trace would strike him. ‘You might want to step back,’ he said without thinking.‘Why is that?’ the wolf asked, taking a step forward. ‘Am I invading your space?’‘I get it,’ Cam stammered. ‘I invaded your privacy. I’m no better than a pervert. I know! But you could get …’The wind kicked up. It often did when he was frightened or excited and his blood leapt in his veins and his heart beat fast with arousal. His last lover had been zinged by energy one too many times and when some of his hair had actually caught fire, he’d bailed. Calling Cameron a freak in the process. Cam wasn’t up for either Trace being hurt or thinking him a freak.‘I might get what? And it’s OK – you invaded my privacy, now give me an excuse to invade yours.’ He pushed his face closer and Cameron caught a flickering of animal shine in the man’s eyes. They turned golden around the very iris and a fast, steady pulse beat at the base of Trace’s neck. When he took Cameron’s wrist in his big hand and squeezed, Cam felt the air rush out of him. His cock pressed eagerly to his jeans and he tried his best to focus on something – anything! – besides the wolf so maybe his hard-on would abate. No such luck because Trace took his warm hand and very briefly cupped the evidence of arousal in Cam’s pants. ‘Looks like you’re still a bit worked up from last night.’‘You were watching me in wolf form.’‘I was.’‘You heard me.’ It wasn’t a question. Very briefly, Cam wished for Trace to put his hand back. To touch him.‘I did. I also smelled you and tasted you on the wind. Do you know when you come your breath does this shuddery little sigh thing?’‘No.’‘Well, it does.’
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Bio:
Sommer Marsden’s been called “…one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre” (Violet Blue), “Unapologetic” (Alison Tyler), “…the whirling dervish of erotica” (Craig J. Sorensen),and "Erotica royalty..." (Lucy Felthouse).Her erotic novels include Restless Spirit, Boys Next Door, Big Bad, Learning to Drown, Wanderlust and the Zombie Exterminator series. Sommer currently writes erotica and erotic romance for Xcite Books, eXcessica, Ellora's Cave, Pretty Things Press, Resplendence Publishing and Mischief Books. The wine-swigging, dachshund-owning, wannabe runner author writes work that runs the gamut from bondage to zombies to humor.Sommer's short works can be found in well over one hundred (and counting) erotic anthologies. Her short stories have also been included numerous adult and romance magazines--both in print and online.
Links:
Blog: http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com  Goodreads: http://goodreads.com/sommer_marsdenFacebook: http://facebook.com/sommermarsdenPinterest: http://pinterest.com/sommermarsden

Sexy as Hell trilogy by Harlem Dae - coming soon

I'm delighted to announce that over the last several months I've been working on a super exciting project with my co-author Natalie Dae. We started on a dark BDSM story that just wouldn't let us go and it's turned into a trilogy we've called Sexy as Hell because... well, it's sexy as hell!
We've combined our names for this one and will be using the pen name Harlem Dae to publish. Anticipated release date for all three novels is June 2013, so not too long to wait, and The Virgin, the first book in the series, will be free initially to whet your appetite!
I'm delighted with the covers, created by Posh Gosh. Here they are in a little more detail and with two back cover descriptions to give you an idea of the storyline.


My journey to hell started with a decaff coffee. Nothing more than a grey mug full of dull-brown liquid devoid of its most useful ingredient.
One sip, one smile, one touch of her hand and it was soon clear my life wasn’t destined to stay dull. Oh, no, suddenly I had a month of bedroom education planned by a sultry vixen who intended to broaden my horizons beyond my usual peach-pink palette. 
She wanted to take me to deep purples and navy blues and the pitch blackness that was pure sin. And on the other side of that blackness was a place that might look like Hell, with debauchery and wantonness, people playing devil’s advocate, luring innocents into the hotter, steamier corners of the world.
Her world.
Oh, yes, she promised each night to take me there and paint me an orange-and-red picture that would come alive, flickering like flames, enticing me, holding me spellbound and eager to learn more. To touch, explore, drown in coming.
And drown I would. I was no match for her tricks and taunts. My only chance of survival was to show her that I was no vanilla virgin. I had a rainbow of mastery up my sleeve, too, and if she just opened her eyes, she might be dazzled enough to stay—stay and take ‘my’ lessons. If she didn’t kill me first, that was, with pleasure.








The real world was working for me. Its pastel shades and straight-and-narrow route a familiar path to tread. It suited me, this normality, it was good for me too. Or so I thought, because the new light in my life, Catherine, was not quite fulfilling my needs. Her lack of colour, the weak whispers of her kisses were not touching my soul the way I’d become accustomed to. I needed more.
More of everything in my darkly addictive rainbow; the wicked wantonness of sin, the depraved pleasure of seedy seduction and the prism of delight I took in being struck…and of doing the striking. I missed the fireworks, the brilliant displays of Technicolor ecstasy that strung me out and bared me to my bones. I wanted to go there again, and take Catherine, too, see if I could have that pyrotechnic display with her. Did she have a riot of vibrant shades beneath her skin or was she magnolia to the core?
My teacher, Zara, told me I could discover her palatte. That all I needed to do was show Catherine my world, my new world, the one I’d never inhabited alone. Zara couldn’t come with me this time, she had a new student now. I was on my own, it was down to me. Or was it?
It seemed my teacher had other ideas after all, and when she sashayed back into my life with her rules and murmurs of encouragement, I had no choice but to listen to her, take her advice, follow her lead, even though I knew nothing ever ended well with her. But resistance was futile, my protests fell on deaf ears. But that suited my plans, didn’t it?




More information on The Vixen coming soon.

Sunday Snog - Scored

Another Sunday another Snog! This week from Scored, my sexy soccer novel...


Five minutes later, I stomped back to my room. Not because Fellows had told me to, but because that had been my plan anyway.Trouble was, the elevator filled my head with memories of being backed against the wall and kissed. The corridor made me think of Lewis standing outside my door, looking anxiously around and hoping no one would see him slipping into my room. How fucking dare Fellows order me not to invite conversation with the players when it was one of them seeking me out. I’d done absolutely nothing to encourage his attentions.Nothing.I let myself into my room and my gaze settled on the chair Lewis had occupied the evening before. Without him sipping tea, all big and gorgeous and broodingly charming, the place felt empty. As though it had a void waiting to be filled with his presence.After setting aside my purse and Kindle, I found a classical music channel on the TV. It was soothing and I hoped it would settle my nerves. I was much better these days at controlling my temper. There would have been a time in my teens I would have definitely hurled something at Fellows as he’d walked away, or resorted to some incredibly colorful language during our conversation. But I tried to be more lady-like these days. After all, I knew he was a stuck up prick with weird ideas but he was never going to admit that or even see that, so why waste the energy on him.It was all very well telling myself that, but not reacting to his lunacy was another thing. Anger nipped at my heels and I paced the room. There was no getting away from my frustration. It was like another living, breathing part of me.I flicked on the kettle, found a chamomile teabag and wondered if I should check my emails. Perhaps it would distract me.But there was nothing new to read, no updates from friends on Facebook, no more instructions from Reg. I sighed and tapped it closed a little harder than I should have, then went to pour my tea.A knock at the door caught my attention.Trying to suppress a bubble of excitement that it might be the one person I wanted to see but had been forbidden to, I looked through the spy hole.A deep blue eye stared back at me, unblinking.I started a little, pressed my hand to my chest and tugged the door open.“I saw Fellows talking to you and I just wanted to check you were okay,”Lewis said then glanced toward the elevator. “Yes. I think so.”He frowned. “Can I come in?”“Do you think you should?” Wouldn’t that just be aggravating the situation further? The more time I spent with Lewis the more time I wanted to spend with him, and that would end badly for everyone, especially my heart. Guys like Lewis Tate dated super-models, glamour girls, Hollywood starlets not sports journalists. This was just a glitch in my fate. Soon everything would get back to boring normality.“If 'I think so' is the answer to my question of are you okay then yes, I do think I should come in.” He didn’t wait for my response, just pushed into the room.I stepped away, Fellows’ words ringing in my ears—do not make yourself available for conversations with the England team. Well, I wasn’t. Lewis had sought me out for the second time. He was making himself available for conversations with me.Lewis shut the door and walked across the room.I retreated toward the end of the bed. Half turned away from him. He was just too tempting. Too damn gorgeous, and the impulse to fling myself at him, strip him naked and lick every inch of his body was almost overwhelming.“Nicky,” he said with a frown.“You shouldn’t be here.”“According to Fellows no, I shouldn’t, but let’s get this straight. I don’t give a fuck what he says. He’s my manager when it comes to the game but he’s not in charge of me when I’m off the pitch. In case you hadn’t noticed I’m a grown man. I can decide for myself what I do and don’t want to do.”The sharp tone of his voice rang around the walls and I turned, surprised at his vehement declaration.He folded his arms. “I go along with his no-wives-or-girlfriends rule when we’re playing big tournaments for the sake of the younger players. Taylor, for example, is fresh from leaving home. Give him free rein in a place like this, a wallet full of cash and stardom gone to his head and he wouldn’t be able to think of anything but getting laid, and we need him out there on the pitch. We need his mind to be focused on one thing only—defending.”I hesitated for a moment. “And is that what you’re thinking about?”“What do you mean?”“Getting laid.”He cocked his head and gave an irritated huff. “Give me some credit.”I glanced down at my dress, plucked a tiny bit of fluff from my abdomen. “I’m just trying to understand what you’re doing in my room again, Lewis.” Maybe he was a sadist and enjoyed seeing women fall for him then tossed them aside and watched the carnage.“You really want to know why I’m here?” His voice was low and serious. “Yes.”He moved over to me, did that thing again where he filled my vision and flooded all of my senses. He cupped my cheek in his palm and his gaze latched onto mine, soft but somehow burning with intensity. “I’m just a guy who likes a girl, Nicky. That’s why I’m here.”He’s just a guy who likes a girl and that girl is me?Warmth from his hand seeped right through me and settled in places that begged for attention. My heart swelled with the words he’d just said. I was a girl who liked a guy too. But there was so much in our way. Was here and now even vaguely professional for either of us?“We can’t do this.”“We’re not doing anything,” he murmured, sliding his other arm around my waist and pulling me close.I rested my hands on his chest, felt the small hard points of his nipples beneath my palms. “I think we are doing something,” I said, struggling to keep a shake from my voice. The feel of his body, solid and defined, was sending my hormones into a tail-spin. I tried desperately to think rationally. “Fellows said if England lost he would point the finger at me.”Lewis’ jaw tightened and the beautiful softness left his eyes. “He’s out of line saying something like that to you.”“Well I know, but...”“But what?”“He seemed pretty confident when he said he’d make sure the whole country was after my blood if England lost.” I gave a small shudder. “Not a nice thought to go to sleep on, actually.”He was quiet for a moment, his lips a flat line. “I won’t let that happen.” He slid his hand from my cheek and took a lock of my hair between his thumb and index finger, rubbing it gently so the strands fanned out. “No one will hurt you because of me. I promise.”“That’s a big promise to make.”“It simply makes us equal.”His heavenly scent and the low murmur of his voice was settling my nerves.“Equal?”“Yeah, you’ve promised to only use my name in your reports when writing about football. Nothing else that is said or happens between us will be in the public domain.”“Of course, that is the ethic I work by and—”“And, I promise not to let Fellows harm you personally or professionally.” He stopped fiddling with my hair and rested his hand on my shoulder. A flash of uncertainly crossed his face. “Of course, it all depends on one thing.”I swallowed tightly. “And that is?”“Do you like me, Nicky?”There was a vulnerability about him in that instant, and if I wasn’t falling for him already with all the grace of super-sized tornado, I certainly would be now. “You’re one of my favorite players. I’ve admired you from afar for many years. But as a guy, who you are off the pitch, I...” I struggled to put my thoughts into words.He swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “Go on.”“Off the pitch I don’t know you very well, though what I do know, yes...” I smiled up at him. “I like you very much.”I felt him relax. “In that case we’ll figure this out.”He pulled me closer.I slid my hands upward, over his collarbones, and linked my fingers at his nape. The ends of his hair tickled my wrists, and my breasts pressed just below his pecs. Once again an image of us naked, writhing on the bed and giving in to carnal desires flooded my thoughts. I’d never wanted a man as much as I wanted Lewis Tate. There was just something about him that set me on fire.“Dance with me,” he said onto my lips. “Forget about all of the craziness. It’s just us in here, no one else. Nothing else.”He began to sway and I became aware of the violin music on the TV. It was a lovely gentle tune that wrapped around us, became part of us, and my body moved instinctually in time with it, in time with Lewis.“You even smell pretty,” he whispered.“Thank you. So do you, well...” I giggled. “Not pretty, manly I suppose.”“I’m glad you clarified that.”For a few moments we just held each other and moved slowly to the music. I was hyperaware of every section of my body that was touching his, from my chest right down to our toes that knocked occasionally.“I was worried,” he said, pulling back slightly. “After I kissed you in the elevator.”“Why?”“That you’d be angry with me.”“Erm, no. Actually, I liked it, very much.”“Me too.” His mouth twitched into a half smile. “But I hadn’t asked you. I just did it. I don’t know what came over me. It was like you’d put a spell on me or something.”I grinned. “I’m glad whatever spell was cast worked."His face was so close our breaths were mingling. “Does that mean I can do it again?” he asked.Yes, please.“I think we just established that you don’t need to ask.”He stopped our gentle dance, paused for a second, then rested his lips over mine. His mouth was barely parted and his damp tongue just warmed the center of my bottom lip.I pressed myself to him. Touched the tip of my tongue to his and allowed myself to get lost in the deliciousness of his flavor and the way he was squeezing me tight. His arms were solid around me and I could feel the power harnessed within his muscles. He was so strong yet so gentle. It was an intoxicating combination that hit all the right buttons in me.Quickly the kiss intensified, not so that it became fast and frantic, just deep and soul-searching. I adored how he played with my tongue and explored my mouth. I gave as good as I got, drinking him up, catching my breaths when I could.Tangling my fingers in his hair, I pulled him closer. Delighted in the sudden zap of sensation that seared up my spine when he ran his hands down my back and cupped my buttocks. I had no choice but to give in to the heat and longing building within me. My pussy was damp and my skin greedy for every caress. Sex was taking over all my thoughts.He lifted me by my bum cheeks, onto my toes and trapped me tight against his body. I gasped into his mouth as the steely length of his erection prodded my abdomen.“Ah, honey, you’re driving me nuts,” he murmured, then kissed me again— eagerly, hungrily, as though he might never stop.If I’d thought I was turned on before, I was sorely mistaken, because now lust flowed in my veins like lava spewing from a volcano. Nothing could stop it. I had to get acquainted with the damn fine specimen of a cock that was jutting eagerly at my belly. A nuclear bomb could detonate outside the hotel and I wouldn’t notice. Lewis Tate was hard, for me. Life had never been so good.I slid my hand down between our bodies and squeezed his shaft through his jeans, firm and confident, then gave a small upward stroke that was a promise of what was to come.He groaned into my mouth. “That feels so good but I want to touch you too.”“Touch away.” I was pressing and stroking his cock now. Loving how it felt so rock-solid beneath the denim as though bursting to be free.He released my buttocks, found the zipper at the top of my dress and whizzed it open.I was aware of the material loosening then falling away as he smoothed the straps over my shoulders and down my arms.“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, casting his gaze over my body.I was forced to move my attentions from his cock as he slipped the dress off me completely and let it puddle on the floor at my feet. The air was cool stroking my skin, but I was glad of it. I was on fire and the flames needed tending to—now.“Lewis, I—” I reached for him again.“Wait.” He held me at arm’s length, his eyelids heavy and his lips parted. “Let me look at you. You just about blew my mind down at the pool the other day. Not grabbing you and making you mine was nothing short of torture.” He tightened his grip on my shoulders. “That would have made quite a spectacle of in front of the guys, though.”“Yes, it certainly would have.” I couldn’t help but eye the impressive bulge at his groin. I was itching to get a hold of him again.“Don’t throw the white bikini away, will you?” he said.“Why not? It’s useless.”“It’s perfect, but just not for wearing in public.” He pulled me close and the sensation of his clothes scratching against my bare flesh was divine.“Well that’s the only time I swim, in public. I don’t have a private pool, you know.”“I have.”Of course he did. Duh.“And if we go for a swim together in private, I’m going to insist you wear that bikini.”“Oh, will you now.” My breasts were engorged with longing and my nipples tight little twists that ached for stimulation.“Yeah, because next time I see you in that bikini I’m not going to be able to stop myself from attending to the raging hard-on it gives me.” He scooped my breast into his hand, caught my nipple between his fingers and tugged slightly.I watched, fascinated, and let pleasure wash through me. “Is that so?”“You’d better believe it.” He caught my mouth in a sudden ravenous kiss. I clung to his shoulders, bowled over by the determination that had apparently robbed him of patience.Which was good, because my patience was all used up too. I was practically naked.He soon would be.Then we would fuck.It was the only thing that could happen next. My sanity depended upon it.

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This weeks spanking snippet is from an anthology I was asked to write for last year called Take Your Partner.


I contributed three short stories following a couple playing a game with 'sex favour vouchers'. This particular promise, is, you guessed it, for a spanking...



Talking about spanking, imagining Jake’s hand coming down on my arse was turning me on. The thought of being over his knee, butt cheeks in the air, all exposed and vulnerable had moisture seeping from my pussy. It was then I realised one major thing, I didn’t want to wait for this promise to be fulfilled - I wanted it now. While I was excited, in the mood and curious as hell to know what it would be like.“Here,” I said, giving him the voucher.His face dropped. “Have you changed your mind?”“No, not at all,” I said, running my tongue over my lips and gums, my mouth suddenly dry. “I want my promise now.”


My stories in Take Your Partner are - I Promise to Please, I Promise to Surrender and I Promise to Perform.

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